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Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Review of ‘We got it from Here… Thank You 4 Your service’ by A Tribe Called Quest

Willy Wonka samples, an Elton John
feature and some guitar squealing courtesy of Jack White – this was not what I
expected from a new Tribe Called Quest album.

Not that I was expecting a new
Tribe Called Quest album at all in 2016. I thought the New York rap veterans
had long given up making records. And the tragic death of prominent member
Phife Dawg in March only bolstered these beliefs. But I clearly wasn’t paying
attention, because now we have this glorious surprise instalment, an album
that’s clearly had a lot of meticulous labour poured into it, an album that may
well be the group’s magnum opus.

That’s a bold term to use – magnum opus (Latin for ‘dopest shit of
their career’). Especially when you consider this is the band that gifted us
with The Low End Theory.

The Wu Tang Clan’s last album, A Better Tomorrow, already provided a
window into what aging hip hop sounds like. Hearing the ex-gangsta rappers
offer soppy sentiments about the importance of family alongside corny
Disney-style hooks had me hoping that A Tribe Called Quest wouldn’t follow in
the same footsteps (not that Tribe have ever been gangsta rappers – they’ve
always been a little more smooth and sophisticated, so a dad-rap album might
have been a less jarring transition). As it turns out, the Queens rappers don’t
seem to have settled down. In fact, if anything, they’ve returned sounding more
sprightly and energetic than ever before, ready to shake things up. This isn’t
just another routine album by some washed up oldies. It’s the opposite – a
fresh-faced game-changer that’s caused many a music blogger to make last minute
rejigs to their end year list.

Marvellously they’ve done it all
without tampering with the foundations of their sound. The beats are still
largely dusty boom-bap drums and jazz piano twinkles, with members still
trading bars in quick succession (including some pre-recorded bars from Phife).
Honorary members even show their face, including Busta Rhymes with his gruff
and wild Pentecostal preacher delivery. However, instead of sounding like a
rerun, they’ve cunningly modernised their sound.

The sampling and instrumentation has been veneered with digital effects, with segments bleeding creatively into one another (an
example being the groovy walking bass of ‘The Space Program’ that segues almost
prematurely into the chorus). At times it gets borderline avant-garde, ‘Lost Somebody’ dramatically cutting out and making me think my download was faulty,
before returning for guitar squeals from of all people Jack White. The band
embrace youthful guests such as Anderson Paak and Kendrick Lamar, with other
older emcees such as Kanye and Andre 3000 bridging the gap between old and new.
And the song topics are all very current – political anthem ‘We the People’
satirising the right-wing Trump mindset that has swept America, ‘Killing
Season’ meanwhile tackling police brutality.

It would be easy for them to use
their age and experience to elevate themselves above the rap game of today, to
belittle this generation’s attempts at hip hop. But unlike so many of their grumpy
middle-aged contemporaries, they instead choose to offer current hip hop
artists respect, shouting out to ‘Joey,
Earl, Kendrick and Cole/ Gatekeepers of Flow’ on ‘Dis Generation’. It’s
this ability to always be respectful that makes Q-Tip and crew so cool. They
can be humorous, political, consoling and even sensual (as on ‘Enough!!!’) and
nail each mood with conviction, without ever being tasteless. Even the closing
track’s confusing title ‘The Donald’ (it doesn’t refer to Trump but to Phife’s
nickname ‘The Don’), doesn’t detract from the brilliant tribute it is to the
group’s late affiliate.

One of 2016’s many
swan-song-albums, there’s a sense of tragedy to the fact that this is the
group’s final album (although I’m sure we’ll hear more from Q-Tip). It feels
like the boys hit an artistic peak and may have been able to keep running with
it and produce other masterpieces were Phife still alive. At least they’ve
ended on a high – so many rappers have kept trudging on after the curtain long
fell, but A Tribe Called Quest have proudly bowed out to a sea of applause.